Thursday, March 3, 2011

Return to Pooh Corner

(I'll admit I struggled with titles for this one. It was the above or Childlike Wildlife. I think I should have gone with the latter.)

Oh, how it is to wake up.The Barbie house still exists in my mind:I kept my Furby on the deck, the white fenced deck,Hoping it would wake up in the middle of the nightLike Andy said his did.I still think I'll find a misplaced somethingIn a small carpeted room-made-shelf.I still hear the music, 2 Become 1,Love coming easy, and love being true,And dreams being fate, fate being my making.

I climbed into the tree house with the neighbor’sFence as my ladder, and I crossed the black gateThat kept you from falling, and sat on the edgeOf the ply-wood, feeling the world beneath me,Miles beneath me where the dogs ran.And the wind seemed to pick upAnd the earth seemed to swell, and I knew by facingThat height I would conquer life.Life would be that carefree summer.Life would be whatever bright nature dictated;Life would be an optimistic orphan in a hidden cabin in a wood,An abandoned girl living in a wondrous landfill with a dogNamed Miles. And true love would come coincidentally,With an eternally painted smile and soft blonde hair.And our kitchen would be yellow and giving birthWouldn’t be scary, and whatever I desired,If I desired to chase it, would be attainable.

And Oh, how it is to wake up.

(On a none-poetic note, I was Googling my spelling of Furby, to assert I'd been correct, and I found this picture which is the EXACT Furby I had. And I didn't even have to look at more than one page of Furby images. Blessed Karma.)